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Itanagar, Arunacahl Pradesh, India
An obsessive thinker. Mostly confused. Polite. Talks less. I try to live and learn everyday.

Saturday, December 12, 2009

The Little Terrorist

He Sat there hiding,
Under the wall that Broke down
wearing his Best Suit that now was Dusty,
To show off among his friends(In School)

He saw his Father painted in Blood lying feet away from him
Holding his favorite Candy,
He Howled and Cried,
But the noise of Tank was louder to shut him down,

The School that sang him the song of Peace and Love
That showed him Beauty of the world
Preached, "With Love, Every War can be resolved.."
... now Came crashing down,
The Grenade Bursting and Breaking every Brick of it,
That stood on Hope, Love, Peace, Brotherhood

He saw his House Burn Black Smoke,
He saw the man in uniform shoot everyone He knew
His Favorite Best Friend
His Aunt he disliked,
His Enemy Friend...
In the name of terrorism.

He picked the GUN near his fathers body,
He triggered(while he cried)..,
for his Father.
for his Mother with his Baby Sister Inside her.
for his friends whom he wanted to show his Suit.
and for the School.




The sound of Fire, Tank, Bomb slowly faded away....
The bright light suddenly dimmed..
The Angels came to him, "Boy..It's time to go."


They Said,
"A Young Terror Boy Shot down...."
..and they rejoiced
Singing about their Victory over the Terror..